Flayer

34.Ramsay

I carried my bloody-dressed bride to our room, slamming her onto the bed. When she attempted to reach for a kiss I pinned her arms down.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk," I breathed into her ear "No... we won't be having any of that tonight"

I used the same knife my beloved used to kill my father to cut open her beautiful dress. She won't be needing this wedding gown again, I smirked to myself.

"Now, last time you thought yourself so high and mighty with your little knife games and your seductions" I said as I set her body free from the prison of her garments. "You forgot who I was... What I could do to you"

"I didn't," she smirked "I wanted to entice it"

"And entice it you did," I chuckled, my knife tracing her breasts as I though of what I was to do next. "... You made me suffer in your pleasure, made me bleed... and so tonight I get my revenge"

Cleaning the blood off the knife with the inside of my arm I held the blade to Edda's neck.

She whimpered "Ramsay... N-not in the neck, I'll bleed out-"

"Quiet!" I screamed. This gave me the satisfactory reaction of surprise I so much wanted. Submission at it's finest. My, my, how this naughty little girl made me hot.

Swallowing my desire I peered down at her naked self. She was so... so...perfect. She was mine. Mine alone. Everyone needed to know that.

"I want to hear you scream," I said as I held her shoulder down and moved my blade to her collarbone. Those slender, pronounced collarbones of hers made me lick my lips in desire. "I want to let all the Lords and Ladies here tonight know I've claimed you at last."

"And what if I do not comply?" She teased.

"Oh..." I laughed at that "You will"

I pressed as hard as I could on the skin next to the bone. She was already whining, gripping the sheets desperately. But that was only the R of my name.

Through gritted teeth she still managed to smirk "Is that the best you can do?"

This set off my animalistic instinct to impress her. Bitting my lip I continued to carve her body, the letters amsa cut so deep I swore I bit the bone once. Blood gushed out of her.

She was screaming, hollering, begging for mercy. The rush her tears gave me only made me cut slower and deeper. "IT HURTS! STOP, PLEASE, IT HURTS-"

"LOUDER!" I spat.

Edda screamed, and screamed, and screamed her little heart out until I finished printing my name, Ramsay, on her body. When I finished I threw the knife at the wall, luckily stabbing it into a tapestry.

She gasped for air, sweating in pain and looking over at the tapestry. Calming her breath she whispered "That tapestry was made by the Targaryen family for the Starks 200 years ago as a symbol of their friendship... and you just stabbed it!"

A moment of silence passed. Thankfully, she started to giggle, pulling me down by the vest and kissing me passionately. As soon as she stopped for air, however, I pushed her down by her neck once more.

"What did I say about that?" I hissed.

Edda bit her lip.

"... I could punish you, yet you've always been such a good, good, girl to me... It's time I reward you"

I rolled off the bed momentarily to undress as she watched me tear off my clothes. I looked down at her womanhood with pleasure. Oh, how good it had been to me last time. Small, giving, warm...